Chapter 555

"Mr. McLean, do you need me to solve it for you?"

Maka has a keen sense of sight, while Fanny always pays close attention to Maka's words and deeds. So, when Marca just turned her head slightly, Fanny had looked down his line of sight.

"No, it's not necessary." Maka shook her head and then smiled at the fat young master. "Although my popularity has always been good, it's obvious that there are always some people who don't like me."

"Hmm? Who?" the fat young master poked his head and looked behind Maka. "Eh? How do I feel I've seen those two guys? Is it an illusion?"

"I don't think it's an illusion," Marca shrugged. "Don't you remember? They were sitting next to you just now."

"Really?"

The fat young master tilted his head and recalled, but at that time, his mind was full of the word "eat". Where could he notice anything else? At this moment, looking familiar is basically the limit.

In a moment when he couldn't remember, Mr. ghost floating aside spoke.

"The younger one is the young master of the tefuller family," said the ghost David. "As for the wizard with him, I don't have much impression... But I think it should be someone of the tefuller family."

"This gentleman is really well-informed," Marca nodded. "To tell you the truth, although I had some friction with the young master tefuller, I still don't know much about them in the end. Sir, can you tell me about their family?"

"You're welcome, Mr. McLean," David shook his head slightly. "I'm sure I can't talk about being well-informed. That's just to know more people after a long time."

The ghost gentleman was modest at first, and then said, "in fact, there have been few famous celebrities in the Teflons. The most known person should be the 'Duke of Pike' in the late 18th century. I think Mr. McLean must remember that it was the wizard Duke who escaped beheading with a hidden spell during the reign of terror."

"Oh! I remember you saying that." Maka suddenly nodded. "Well... The Duke of Pike's real name should be Vincent? The one who cast a hidden spell on his neck and pretended that he had been beheaded?"

"Yes, that's him," said David with a smile. "Mr. McLean really knows. Yes, the Duke of pike is quite famous in the French magic world - of course, it's not necessarily a good reputation."

Maka smiled and echoed. He could imagine that this reputation could not be said to be good or bad, because the story of Duke pike was completely told as a joke by wizards.

While Maka was talking and laughing with Mr. ghost, the fat young master standing opposite him suddenly raised his eyebrows.

"Hey! That kid isn't just staring at you -" the flesh on his face shook, and I don't know what expression he made. "Look, he dares to stare at me, young master? Where am I provoking him? Look, I stare back at him!"

He really took a step aside and stood next to Maka. Without Maka's head, he could finally look at each other with the young master of the taifuller family, so he immediately gouged out one eye at each other.

Maka looked at him, turned her head to look at the guy outside the auditorium, and suddenly pursed her mouth silently. After hesitating for a moment, he handed a questioning look to the ghost David around him.

"It's useless. I can't persuade you." David said with a bitter smile, even though he shook his head. "As I said before, our young master has always been very straight, and he has to finish what he believes. In this regard, the young master's temper is very similar to his father's."

"What should I do?" Maka glanced at the fat young master. "If he goes on like this, I think he will soon be no longer satisfied with staring -"

As if to confirm his words, the fat young master's face suddenly changed again. At the next moment, he couldn't bear it any longer. He strode to the door of the auditorium.

"Oh! The boy doesn't want his eyes?"

Seeing the angry fat young master talking and talking, he walked forward. Maka and ghost David looked at each other, and then immediately followed up. No way. They didn't come to make trouble today. In busbarton, the less trouble, the better.

But Mrs. maxim, who had been standing nearby watching, did not move. She thought about it, and then she simply turned and went deep into the auditorium.

It was inconvenient for her to come forward in this situation. If she said it now, the nature of the matter would be different.

Although Mrs. maxim is the headmaster of busbarton and the master here, her behavior is not without scruples. It's one thing to have a dispute between guests. It's a big deal. She will mediate later, but if there is a possibility of partial help because of carelessness, people will hold on to it.

On the other side, the fat man had come to master tefuller, but saw him with his mouth tilted and his thick arm full of fat pointing straight to each other's nose.

"... dare you stare? Why do you stare at me? Where did I recruit you?"

To be honest, when a guy who is fat enough to hold his three or four body sizes rushes all the way, most people will feel a little empty.

"Hum, did I stare at you?" master tefuller took a step back to prevent the fat man's finger from really poking his nose. "I can't just look at it? Who told you to stand there?"

"Hey! Don't you admit that you stare at me?" the fat young master raised his eyebrows again, poked radish's thick fingers several times in a row, and scolded with great momentum, "do you look at it casually? Do you dare not recognize it? Are you still not a man?"

The fat man spoke happily and acted recklessly. Before tefler could retort, the wizard with him couldn't help but speak first.

"Master hornheim, please pay attention to your words."

The wizard was wearing a grey wizard's robe, and his face was rather gloomy, but he spoke politely. It can be seen that he is the kind of guy who pays more attention to etiquette when dealing with people.

However, it is an indisputable fact that it was he who stared at Maka with cold eyes during lunch.

"My young master likes to talk like that. What's the matter?" I didn't expect that the fat man didn't buy it at all. He was still arrogant. He waved his right hand and the fat on his body shook up. "Are you his father? Take good care of your son! Otherwise, who knows if he will let someone pick out his eyes tomorrow?"

"Do you understand what you're talking about?" master tefuller finally couldn't hold his anger. He said angrily, "this is busbarton, you know? You think this is your home?"

"It's not your house anyway!" the fat man glanced and said indifferently, "boy, I tell you! If you don't apologize to me today, young master, I can't spare you! Oh, by the way! And my brother McLean! You stared at him just now!"

Maka smiled and said nothing.

The young master of the tefuller family had an old feud with Maka. Now, coupled with the new hatred of the fat young master of the hornheim family, his anger suddenly burst.

This guy has never been a tolerable thing. This time, if his father hadn't told him, he would have wanted to fight Marca. Although he also knew that the direct confrontation was obviously not an opponent, he secretly thought of a Yin move. He thought he should still have a chance.

But now, he was completely overwhelmed by the fat man's anger.

"Apologize? Do you want me to apologize?" master tefuller said angrily with a green vein on his forehead. "OK! The hornheims, right? I'll duel with you! If you can win me, I'll..."

As he spoke, he took his hand into his pocket and pulled out a pair of white gloves. But when he wanted to throw his gloves at the fat man's face, his arm stopped involuntarily.

There was no way. He saw Maka standing behind the fat man at once.

"... hum," tefler opened his mouth, hesitated obviously, and then stared, "fat man, just you and me - duel! Dare or dare?"

After that, he finally threw his gloves out, but directly at the fat man's feet.

If he threw it on the other side's face, he could get the most powerful momentum, but he was afraid that he would shake his hand and throw it on Maka behind the fat man. Just in case, he had to choose a relatively controllable scheme, but the momentum of the duel was obviously much weaker.

"Duel?" the fat man smiled. "I haven't played a wizard duel yet! OK! I can say first. If you get hurt or something, don't blame me for making you too strong!"

He said, bending down, but where can he find his waist? Maybe he couldn't bend down, or maybe he didn't want to lose momentum, so he quickly took out his wand and gently picked it up.

Suddenly, the white hand that fell on the ground suddenly jumped up and was accurately held in his hand.

Looking at Maka behind him, she nodded secretly. This is a silent spell - the staff swing is skilled, accurate and fast.

I can't see that this fat man, who was born in an alchemical family, has no bad strength in spell learning.

The fat young master is obviously trying to give nattefuller a blow. Performances like this before the game are usually to bring some pressure to the other party, but it also needs corresponding strength to make the trip.

"Master tefleur?" said the gloomy wizard with a slight frown.

"Needless to say, I have a sense of propriety -" tefuller gently waved his hand and then said to the fat man, "do you know the rules? You can decide the place after dinner today!"